“Wow,” Chloe echoed. “Don’t get any toxic masculinity in my hot chocolate.” Sig tapped her nose. “I have a five-hundred-dollar Sephora gift card waiting in the car and a banana acai bowl for you to eat on the drive over.” Chloe turned on a heel and started walking. “Good luck, Tallulah.” Tallulah watched in shocked fascination as Sig ushered his future stepsister out of the apartment, the door closing neatly behind them, but not before Sig could shoot them a smirk. “Sold out for acai,” she muttered. “I guess it really is a superfruit.”
